At the check-out they were saying
that the price of goods was related
to what’s being charged for those
who may have arrived late
or early – depending on how you look at it.
‘Foreign’ hangs over a day-to-day scene
like cumulo-nimbus, like a definition
not yet reached by lexicographers.
All that’s good about England
is reduced to everything
that’s not shouted at a till.
It’s not much, but I’m sure
that you’ll tell me
that what I’ve said so far
is counter-productive.
I’m trying my best –
and watching people
hand over cash, take home
these gallons of milk,
the plastic bottles
containing something
which, indisputably, they need.
Tom Phillips 2014
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